“ It lies here deep in the heart, the small chest of painSharp words like daggers placed it hereTo fill with hurtIn filling it grew heavy and drug me downFor to not feel is not to liveUntil I rest at la… Neil Leckman
“ Dale, a Plutonian Dreg Bug, the kind with seventeen eyes and a bad temper, got nailed in one of his eyes by a wild dart. Fight broke out when he punched Earl in the nose. Earl’s nose is very sensitive… Neil Leckman
“ I consider whoever my words land on to be my target, that’s why I like flash fiction, it’s a lot like using a shotgun. Neil Leckman
